Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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"My mom's resting. She's wrecked, you know?" Max explained as we walked into his living room. "All these people kept coming with casseroles. I finally had to tell them to go away. You know, because nothing says I'm sorry like a tuna casserole." He sat down in the armchair, gesturing for us to sit as well.
I ended up between the two brothers on the couch. I crossed my legs, clasping my hands at my knee as the two giants on either side of me took up the rest of the space.
"How you holding up?" Sam asked.
"I'm okay," Max said.
"Your dad and your uncle were close?"
Max seemed to tense up at the mention of the men. "Yeah. I guess. I mean, they were brothers. They used to hang out all the time when I was little."
"But not lately much?"
"No. It's not that. It's just...we used to be neighbors when I was a kid." Max looked between us and the unsettled feeling in my gut grew. "We lived across town. Uncle Roger lived next door, so he was over all the time."
I swallowed, discreetly placing my hand on Dean's leg. I glanced at him, trying to signal that something didn't feel right about this.
Dean's eyes met mine. What? The question was obvious.
"So how was it? In that house, when you were a kid?" Sam asked.
I tried to convey I'm not sure, but something is up to him, but wasn't sure if it worked.
"Fine," Max said, looking between us again with an almost worried expression. "Why?"
"All good memories?" Dean asked. Max had a far-off look in his eyes now, breathing turning heavy. "Nothing unusual? Something involving your father and your uncle maybe?"
Max shook his head. "Why do you...Why do you ask?" he stammered, looking uncomfortable.
I gripped Dean's forearm because all of this seemed so painfully familiar.
"It's just a question." Dean shrugged.
Max sighed. "No. It was nothing. We were totally normal. Happy."
"Good. That's good." Dean nodded. "Well, you must be exhausted. We should take off."
"Yes. Let's do that." I stood, brushing past the brothers.
I flinched when a hand touched my back, then it was suddenly gone.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
"What's got you so freaked out?" Dean asked as we walked outside and back toward the back.
